Daisies and the Way To Undress Summer.

“Dress me in daises,” I said, as if flowers could cover my skin in respectable ways, and he smiled as my shoe boxes of paint tipped over, as the floor became art and the way I walked towards him smeared my heart at his feet. We captured laughter this way, drawing insensibilities in between us, and there was an element of beauty in the grin of a child when it appeared to dance across his grown up cheeks, an attraction to Peter Pan, and blond hair in the summer, as I thought I could capture July... The month used to sit beside my bed, fluttering night lights to save me from dreams, stars danced in mason jars and fairytales were whispered beyond moonlight as I wrote them in my dreams, as I watched seasons disappear into morning light. I arrested kisses with a word and slipped them in my pockets, he commented on the rips that always decorated the hems of my blue jeans, I played with the brown flowered patches at me knees, I looked at him and told him my secrets, I whispered content beneath the spring as we watched summer rise, as the sky became a canvas and I wished my hands were more capable... “Show me the way beyond you,” he requested, as my glance became puzzled, “Show me who you are.” He handed me a daisy, he told me to undress, I studied the petals as they fell to my feet, my toes became blanketed... and I walked towards him... the decoration of spring mapping out my heart, and he smiled with a mouth that grinned when he spoke my name, when he laughed in the fashion of a child and held me under moonlight when spring faded and summer came.